My Heart Is Not A Game To Be Played With

You have to be able to earn my heart. You have to allow me the space and time to reflect on whether or not I want to let you inside it. I have to be able to decide whether I want you let you borrow bits and pieces of it every so often.

Hearts are known to be the strongest muscle in the body. They are primarily responsible for pumping life through our veins. They take the punishment of everyday stress and pressure. They are able to cope with the tough physical demands of our body just so we can go on to breathe another breath; to live another day. Then why is it that despite the strength of the heart, it still ends up getting hurt a lot of times? Why is it such a fragile emotional organ that we are forced to put up with on a daily basis?

Plenty of people can be very inconsiderate every day. They don’t know the full effect that their words or gestures can have on other people. I have had many experiences in my life wherein my heart was treated like some object of a game. My heart is more than just a mere object in a game. It’s not like a puck in hockey. It’s not like a bat in baseball. It’s not like a club in golf. Love is never a game; and the heart is so much more than just a mere object.

The heart is never something that people should be treating recklessly. It may play a vital role in the lives of many people, but it doesn’t mean that it isn’t vulnerable. A heart can be susceptible to damage just as much as anything else in this life. The heart is not something that should be toyed with; it’s not something that should be played with; it’s not something that should be manipulated. The heart is what makes a person and when you choose to disrespect the heart, you are undermining the entire person too.

My heart is my own personal possession. It is the most prized aspect of my body. I take great pride in having a heart like mine. My heart is a heart that has empathy for other people. My heart is a nurturing heart that always wants to be of genuine service to others. My heart is a sensitive heart that always understands feelings and emotions well. But the most important thing that you have to remember about my heart is that it is mine, not yours. You have no right to be taking it out of my chest for examination without my consent. You can’t be just swishing it around in your hands just for fun. You can’t be treating it like a child’s plaything. You can’t just choose to hold it whenever you please and then drop it whenever you’re not in the mood anymore. You have to be able to respect my heart because it is an extension of me. I am not some piece of property. I am not a prize to be won or inherited. I am a human being with a beating heart that is not up for grabs.

You have to be able to earn my heart. You have to allow me the space and time to reflect on whether or not I want to let you inside it. I have to be able to decide whether I want you let you borrow bits and pieces of it every so often. You have to be patient and you have to let me make that decision. You can’t rush me into doing anything that I don’t want to be doing with my heart. It’s my heart and your opinion shouldn’t matter when it comes to deciding what I want to do with it. Yes, you also let me some bits and pieces of your heart every once in a while but I felt that something was off. I never thought it to be as genuine as you made it out to be. But still, I tried to trick myself into trusting you. I wanted so hard to believe that you were someone who was worth sharing my heart with. And so I tested the waters. I gave you bits and pieces, but you were aggressive. You took my whole heart without my consent. You lied, cheated, and stole your way to my heart and then when you were tired of playing with it, you left it in the dust.

I just don’t really understand how you could do such a thing. I don’t understand why this is the position you have chosen to take on love and romance. I don’t understand how anyone could possibly ever want to treat another human being in that way. This is a reminder to you that my heart, despite its flaws and imperfections, is not something that you can just belittle. My heart isn’t just something that you diminish or destroy. Only I have a say when it comes to determining the worth of my heart. Only I have complete control over my body. So while it’s not okay for me that you chose to just play with my heart, I have learned to live with it and move on from it. You know why?

Because my heart can take it. My heart is strong because I have willed it to be. I will not let the likes of you win. My heart will come back stronger and you won’t get to be there when it shines its absolute brightest.